[There's a glance of curiosity as she sits up, but he soon catches on as her hands grapple for the fabric of his shirt. Once that's off, he's propping himself up on his elbows and arching his back, angling his hips up just long enough to get those fitted pants down his legs.]
Who's the addict, exactly? [Because aww yeah he's all for sitting in his boxerbriefs (they're black, like his sooooul) but, y'know, it's a bit different from talking.]
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Who's the addict, exactly? [Because aww yeah he's all for sitting in his boxerbriefs (they're black, like his sooooul) but, y'know, it's a bit different from talking.]